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I'm writing a Litrpg adventure. Here's a little sneak peak 🙂

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/62502997/chapters/159967084

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63315913/chapters/162201841

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63315913/chapters/162201841

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Unearthing the Truth: Jedi Archives – Entry 002

The Jedi Order prides itself on knowledge, history, and preserving the truth. But what happens when the truth has been rewritten?

As Chief Librarian of the Jedi Archives, Jocasta Nu has uncovered something that was never meant to be found: anomalies in the mission records of Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas.

Through recovered reports, forgotten journal entries, and direct inquiries to the InterGalactic Banking Clan, Jocasta follows the breadcrumbs of a conspiracy buried within the Archives. But the more she uncovers, the more it becomes clear: someone does not want the Jedi to remember Hego Damask.

If history has been rewritten once, how many other truths have been lost?

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Jedi Archive Recording – Transcription Log

Entry: 002

Recorded by: Jocasta Nu

Subject: Altered Records of Sifo-Dyas and Hego Damask

Access Level: Restricted – Master-Level Clearance Required

Recording Method: Holocron Transcript

Status: Ongoing Investigation

[Chief Librarian]

In my continued review of inconsistencies within the Jedi Archives, I have uncovered discrepancies within the mission records of Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas. Specifically, there exist altered details regarding a diplomatic engagement between Master Sifo-Dyas and representatives of the InterGalactic Banking Clan (IGBC). My investigation has led me to question why certain records have been modified to obscure the involvement of a Muun financier named Hego Damask.

The official logs list the name of one Tann Soverus, an IGBC intermediary, as the point of contact for Master Sifo-Dyas. However, upon cross-referencing older mission debriefings, I have found one unaltered document—an archived written report of the meeting—that instead names Hego Damask in Soverus’ place. Further supporting this discrepancy is an after-action summary where a single, unnoticed typographical error preserves the original reference: ‘H. Damasc.’ This inconsistency, buried beneath the weight of corrected records, suggests deliberate manipulation rather than an innocent clerical error.

The extent of these alterations is deeply concerning. If Damask’s name was deliberately removed from the records, then whoever did this had access not only to the Archives but also to the authority to overwrite official Jedi records without raising suspicion. The fact that I was able to uncover a remnant of the original entry suggests that these changes were done hastily, perhaps even under pressure.

I have now gone through and corrected all of the name swaps that I could find, restoring Hego Damask’s name in the appropriate documents. This should ensure that the historical record reflects the truth, at least within the Archives. However, I am left wondering how many other records may have been altered and how many other names have been erased or replaced without notice.

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New story! This will be much different than my others and will be written in epistolary format. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63315913/chapters/162201841

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Star Wars: Through a Mirror, Darkly is finally finished!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62217205/chapters/159160693

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"Master," he whispered. Then louder—"Master!"

He didn’t respond.

Anakin shook him, his hands gripping the fabric of his tunic and robes like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

"Obi-Wan, please," he begged. "Please, I— I can't—"

A raw and ugly sob wrenched its way up his throat.

"I'm so sorry." His voice broke, the words tumbling out like shattered glass, each one cutting deeper than the last. "I'm sorry for being so reckless. I'm sorry for never listening—" his breath hitched, tears streaking down his dirt and blood stained face, "—for being the worst student you could ever have had." He gripped the fabric tighter in his fingers. "I was never what you wanted in a Padawan, I know that. I was selfish. I was stubborn. I thought I knew better than you, all the time, and I didn’t."

His shoulders shook violently.

"But you still believed in me." His voice cracked. "Even when I didn't deserve it, even when I failed over and over again, you still believed in me."

His forehead pressed against Obi-Wan’s shoulder, his body collapsing under his grief.

"You were the best master I could have ever asked for," he whispered. "You were my brother. My friend." He squeezed his eyes shut. "And I never told you how much I appreciated you. How much I needed you."

The words ripped through him, breaking something deep inside, something he had kept buried for so long. Everything he had never said, everything he had always felt, spilled out in one terrible, unstoppable flood.

And then something changed—a retaining wall ruptured deep within him, like floodgates breaking. The pain in his body vanished; the grief in his chest became something else. The Force surged, rising inside him like a storm breaking free from a dam.

He gasped—

And then Anakin Skywalker detonated.

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Everything around Obi-Wan slowed in that last moment, frozen in the instant before ruin. In that moment, Obi-Wan could see and feel the truth of everything. 

He saw Anakin, the boy he had trained, the boy he had guided, the boy he had loved like no other, and suddenly, he understood an unbearable truth with crystal clarity. 

He had failed Anakin.

Not in teaching him to fight. Not in training him to be strong. But in being the master he needed. 

Qui-Gon would have known. Qui-Gon would have seen the boy for what he was; not just the Chosen One, not just the strongest Jedi warrior of his generation, but a child who needed love. Qui-Gon would have never held him at arm’s length, never let duty and tradition stifle what should have been affection, trust, unconditional belief. 

Obi-Wan had done his best, but now, in this one final moment, he realized with a deep, aching sorrow that his best had not been enough.��

He should have been kinder. He should have told Anakin he was proud of him, that he was grateful for him, and that despite all the arguments, all the misunderstandings, all the struggles, he was never disappointed in him. Because he wasn’t. Even now, as the world came crashing down around them, Obi-Wan could see the man Anakin had become. He was brilliant, and there had never been another Jedi like him. There never would be again. 

With all the strength left in him, Obi-Wan reached out. 

Not with his hand, for his arms were already pinned and of no use to him now, but through the Force, through the connection that bound them together in a way no Jedi doctrine could ever sever. He poured everything into that connection—his pride, his love, his regret, his hope. 

Anakin. 

He hoped that this loss would not destroy him. He knew that Anakin would surely grieve but hoped that he would not lose himself to that grief. He hoped that he would rise and carry onward and remember him not as the master who failed him, but as the brother who loved him. 

Across the room, still in that one final moment, Anakin’s blue eyes turned toward Obi-Wan. And for a moment, just a moment, time was nothing. 

The fear on Anakin’s face was raw, and his lips parted, his expression caught between panic and devastation, but Obi-Wan could see beneath it. Anakin felt him, and he understood. 

Dust and ruin rained down, but Obi-Wan managed one final breath for one final truth, pushing it past the literal and figurative weight crashing down on his chest. A truth he had never spoken but had always been there. 

"You are my brother, Anakin... I love you." 

Then the moment passed, and the world went dark. 

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Dispatch’s voice, calm and with a slight accent that Vince could never place, cracked through the comms. 

“Nightwatch, I just got an alert from building security. Two of their cameras went down.” 

Vince snapped upright instantly. “Where?” 

A slight pause. Then— 

“Stairwell cameras leading down to the fourth-floor basement.” 

“You think they’re already inside?” Roy asked. 

There was no hesitation from Dispatch. “I do.”

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“I’ve had a long time to think about it,” he replied. “And with all due respect, Master Windu, I’m not asking for your permission.” 

Mace stood slowly, his hand hovering near the hilt of his lightsaber. “Let me say this plainly, Skywalker. You are to take no action until the Council has deliberated." 

Anakin didn’t respond. Not with words. 

Instead, he simply exhaled and reached for the Force, and then the storm broke loose. 

His Force presence exploded outward, not as a wave, but as an all-consuming tidal surge. It wasn’t just felt, it was heard. A deep, resonant sound vibrated through the chamber, unlike anything the Council members had ever experienced before in all their years of training, meditating, and mastering its currents. This wasn’t the gentle hum of life. This was a roar. 

It echoed through the vast chamber like the bellow of a krayt dragon carried on desert winds. The sound wasn’t made with air or voice—it vibrated through stone, metal, and bone, rattling teeth and sending shivers down spines. It was the very fabric of reality flexing under the pressure of something it wasn’t meant to contain. 

The Force didn’t ripple from Anakin Skywalker. It detonated. 

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“You’re overthinking this,” Peter said, peering up at James from where he sat cross-legged on the rug.

“I am not overthinking,” James countered, shaking his head in that dramatic way of his. “I’m planning. Lily Evans isn’t the kind of girl you ask to dance with some dull, uninspired question. It has to be... dramatic. Spectacular. A moment she’ll never forget.”

Remus turned a page in his book, still not having read a word. “Or, you could just… ask.”

Peter nodded, as this was clearly the most reasonable thing in the world. “Yeah. Maybe just ask her like a normal person?”

James scoffed. “Where’s the fun in that?”

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Chapter 3 is now out!